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Basic Info
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Name: Sebas ("Thank You" in Yoruba)
Age: 2 years old (Adolescent)
Gender: Genderqueer (AMAB/Intersex) - He/Him
Height: Small
Weight: Thin

Species: African Lion
Mutation: N/A

Rank: Student Crafter
Level: 1

Voice Actor: Idk his name but he sounds like this

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Ability Scores
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Strength: 8 -1
Dexterity: 14
Speed: 12
Mind: 13
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 15 +2

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Relationships
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Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Gay <3
Fertility: Rolled 43

Mother: Dajana
Status: Alive

Father: Erevu
Status: Alive

Siblings: Faraja / Jua
Status: Both alive

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Personality
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+ Friendly: Despite his upbringing, Sebas is still a friendly soul somewhat. He can be a bit crude and overly honest sometimes, but he will be there for those who need him.
+ Chill: Nobody knows how to relax quite like Seb does. He likes to take things easy, doesnt really like rushing into things all that much.
+ Inventive: He is also very creative, likes to innovate and find easier ways to get the job done. He chose to be a crafter for a reason!

= Gossipy: Seb has a very good memory and a keen eye for drama, for whatever reason. This can come off as judgy or nosy, but Seb likes to see it as being informative. He considers himself kind of a treasurer of the pride's history and shenanigans.

- Lazy: Quite linked to his chill nature, sometimes Seb can get a little too carried away in relaxing, which leads him to slack off on his job.
- Whiny: While this isnt too common, sometimes this boy can get a bit reluctant to do something or even outright refuse, and its not uncommon of him to get a bit annoying if things dont go his way
- Sassy: Self-explanatory. He's just got that.

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History

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Sebas was born to a small pride set to the East from the Tree of Life. His father was a soldier under the local king's command and his mother was a common huntress. He had a brother one season older than him who was being trained to serve the royals as well.

Sebas was a very small and runty cub, along with his littermate who was stillborn. His mother prayed to the Great Kings for days on end and stayed up countless nights hoping that her cub would recover, but it wasnt until she almost gave up that the small runt started feeding well. He was named out of gratitude for the forces that saved his life, but now there was another issue; Seb just wasnt like the other cubs.

The kid wasnt all too interested in rough-housing like the other male cubs his age, showing to be much more comfortable laying around or hanging out with the females. He was less of an aspiring warrior and more of a lap-dog, content with being coddled and acting aloof whenever he sat down by the young lionesses to gossip or weave flower crowns (which he was particularly good at). This made him the target to not only being bullied by the other cubs, but to be ostracized and judged by the elders, including his own family. His father had hoped his second son would be just as obedient and disciplined as his first-born, but Sebas had proved to be the exact opposite. And so, before Seb was even a year old, his mother had already birthed another cub, a male as well. As Jua grew, he seemed to be exactly what his father wanted, and thus the freckled boy was practically left to his own devices.

Starting to grow into a pre-teen and seeing how the pride started to divide male and female cubs into their respective roles, Seb felt lost. He was nowhere near close to his male peers, and the female cubs had started distancing themselves from him since he wasnt allowed to follow them for hunting lessons. Crafting ranks were not a thing in the pride, and with his father all too interested in the training of his brothers rather than him and his mother almost ignoring his defective son's existence, the boy gave in to what was expected of him.

Soldier training was hell for him. The boy's lithe frame was not at all built for taking attacks by the well built bodies of his pridebrothers, and the malice some of them had to be particularly rough with him was allowed by the trainers under the guise of "toughing him up". It wasnt fun at all, and whenever he tried to complain to his mother, she would only shrug it off as what males were meant to do.

While other boys had their manes coming in fast and girls started swooning at them, Seb never saw the appeal on the whole mating thing. At least not with girls, anyway. He wasnt particularly fond of any of his classmates after how terrible they all were to him, but he had to admit something felt right about watching the older soldiers come back from patrols and border skirmishes. He wouldnt have the time to figure out what it was though, as only a short time before his own mane had finished covering his neck, the other cubs planned a particularly bad prank on him.

One evening, during dark training, the group took advantage of Seb's position and ganged up on him, pulling on his fur and swatting at thin legs to throw him off balance, all while mocking him for his physical weakness. It was only barely that Seb managed to slip away and hightailed out of the territory, continuing to run until his paws hurt and he passed out from exhaustion at the crack of dawn.

When he woke up, he was nowhere near his old territory and the landscape had changed drastically. He had no idea of where he was, or how he was supposed to go back, but he wasnt exactly thrilled to do so. After all, there was nothing for him back in his own pride. The cubs were mean, the adults ignored his pleas for help and his entire family preferred his brothers, so.. Why bother going back?

It was that reasoning that made him wander aimlessly until he stumbled upon the Dusklands and the Tree of Life, where he was offered refuge and he has stayed ever since.

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Description
For

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Basic Info
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Name: Sebas ("Thank You" in Yoruba)
Age: 2 years old (Adolescent)
Gender: Genderqueer (AMAB/Intersex) - He/Him
Height: Small
Weight: Thin

Species: African Lion
Mutation: N/A

Rank: Student Crafter
Level: 1

Voice Actor: Idk his name but he sounds like this

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Ability Scores
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Strength: 8 -1
Dexterity: 14
Speed: 12
Mind: 13
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 15 +2

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Relationships
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Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Gay <3
Fertility: Rolled 43

Mother: Dajana
Status: Alive

Father: Erevu
Status: Alive

Siblings: Faraja / Jua
Status: Both alive

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Personality
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+ Friendly: Despite his upbringing, Sebas is still a friendly soul somewhat. He can be a bit crude and overly honest sometimes, but he will be there for those who need him.
+ Chill: Nobody knows how to relax quite like Seb does. He likes to take things easy, doesnt really like rushing into things all that much.
+ Inventive: He is also very creative, likes to innovate and find easier ways to get the job done. He chose to be a crafter for a reason!

= Gossipy: Seb has a very good memory and a keen eye for drama, for whatever reason. This can come off as judgy or nosy, but Seb likes to see it as being informative. He considers himself kind of a treasurer of the pride's history and shenanigans.

- Lazy: Quite linked to his chill nature, sometimes Seb can get a little too carried away in relaxing, which leads him to slack off on his job.
- Whiny: While this isnt too common, sometimes this boy can get a bit reluctant to do something or even outright refuse, and its not uncommon of him to get a bit annoying if things dont go his way
- Sassy: Self-explanatory. He's just got that.

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History

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Sebas was born to a small pride set to the East from the Tree of Life. His father was a soldier under the local king's command and his mother was a common huntress. He had a brother one season older than him who was being trained to serve the royals as well.

Sebas was a very small and runty cub, along with his littermate who was stillborn. His mother prayed to the Great Kings for days on end and stayed up countless nights hoping that her cub would recover, but it wasnt until she almost gave up that the small runt started feeding well. He was named out of gratitude for the forces that saved his life, but now there was another issue; Seb just wasnt like the other cubs.

The kid wasnt all too interested in rough-housing like the other male cubs his age, showing to be much more comfortable laying around or hanging out with the females. He was less of an aspiring warrior and more of a lap-dog, content with being coddled and acting aloof whenever he sat down by the young lionesses to gossip or weave flower crowns (which he was particularly good at). This made him the target to not only being bullied by the other cubs, but to be ostracized and judged by the elders, including his own family. His father had hoped his second son would be just as obedient and disciplined as his first-born, but Sebas had proved to be the exact opposite. And so, before Seb was even a year old, his mother had already birthed another cub, a male as well. As Jua grew, he seemed to be exactly what his father wanted, and thus the freckled boy was practically left to his own devices.

Starting to grow into a pre-teen and seeing how the pride started to divide male and female cubs into their respective roles, Seb felt lost. He was nowhere near close to his male peers, and the female cubs had started distancing themselves from him since he wasnt allowed to follow them for hunting lessons. Crafting ranks were not a thing in the pride, and with his father all too interested in the training of his brothers rather than him and his mother almost ignoring his defective son's existence, the boy gave in to what was expected of him.

Soldier training was hell for him. The boy's lithe frame was not at all built for taking attacks by the well built bodies of his pridebrothers, and the malice some of them had to be particularly rough with him was allowed by the trainers under the guise of "toughing him up". It wasnt fun at all, and whenever he tried to complain to his mother, she would only shrug it off as what males were meant to do.

While other boys had their manes coming in fast and girls started swooning at them, Seb never saw the appeal on the whole mating thing. At least not with girls, anyway. He wasnt particularly fond of any of his classmates after how terrible they all were to him, but he had to admit something felt right about watching the older soldiers come back from patrols and border skirmishes. He wouldnt have the time to figure out what it was though, as only a short time before his own mane had finished covering his neck, the other cubs planned a particularly bad prank on him.

One evening, during dark training, the group took advantage of Seb's position and ganged up on him, pulling on his fur and swatting at thin legs to throw him off balance, all while mocking him for his physical weakness. It was only barely that Seb managed to slip away and hightailed out of the territory, continuing to run until his paws hurt and he passed out from exhaustion at the crack of dawn.

When he woke up, he was nowhere near his old territory and the landscape had changed drastically. He had no idea of where he was, or how he was supposed to go back, but he wasnt exactly thrilled to do so. After all, there was nothing for him back in his own pride. The cubs were mean, the adults ignored his pleas for help and his entire family preferred his brothers, so.. Why bother going back?

It was that reasoning that made him wander aimlessly until he stumbled upon the Dusklands and the Tree of Life, where he was offered refuge and he has stayed ever since.

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